Best Arcane Poems

Incessant din of jammed highways
suddenly lulled to deserted streets
quiet of rustle forlorn breeze plays
laughter of birds, smiling sun greets

diamond dews glisten ruby petals
on a palette...

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Mind – a pool, deep and arcane,
Needs to be cleared n' cleansed from time to time
In the sinuous course of life,
Pause awhile to peer into...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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 Was privileged to have sedentary on the seashore in seraphic poetic submersion;
 the ringing sounds from the distant horizon made me entirely lost in...

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For shame I write again
And indulge your memory 
Doting on you baselessly,
As though you’re a man
For shame, I have no remedy

Because as a child, I...

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I opened my eyes at birth
and cried out in shock and pain.
For I found myself on Earth
and it seemed strange and arcane.

I didn't want to...

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I hear the winter call my name
in syllables bereft of breeze,
ethereal through silent trees
hypnotic in their leafless maim.

In sheerest blue of morning freeze
the shadows drape...

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The paths were arcane
and the truth not easily known,
the creatures were formidable
and man's ways easily obscured,
be the black air warm or cold.
It was she who...

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Written: October 10, 2023   
Night Bewitches                  ...

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Written: June 14, 2023

Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh 
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Amidst the rolling hills and verdant green,
Lies a land of arcane, almost Xanadu if...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s...

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Here they are before me, 
   surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
      Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked...

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Poetry is a highly personal endeavor for all who write
And answer the inspiration of Our Eternal Poetry Muse.

Why do we write poetry?
This a very important...

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Across from this municipality by the bay

I silently stand here

Looking deeply upon the open waters

Currents that make there way

Beyond the moon reflecting tide

The colourful lights....

Stillness...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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